Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd 'not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty; and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. LONDON: R., CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS. |